Habitually smoking your gear
Drowning your natural drive of energy
So soon, a year becomes a week which lasts towards a
                                                            day­.

Trying to reach a high you had in your teens
Sitting there watching your life go by
Until you're ******* by marijuana poisoning
According to your friends you don't
                                                Have any

Straight people industrialise their circles
And despatch you into a corner
Where they keep the addicts, tortured and isolated
                                        Within the buzz they experienced a decade
                                           Ago.
Paying a fifty or more on something
That causes you loss of memory and an idle psyche
If you are not going to credit your ****
People will look beyond you
Even when they need you.
You are elsewhere in the invisible car-crash.

The relief of escape
the brave gunja smoking cool Mr Frosty
The idea of talking to someone like you
Has really lost me. He hides his snide profile, behind a ******.

I just have a smoke now and then.
It depresses me just enough to be depressed.

Whose resurection is this
                                anyway ?
Has anyone seen the messiah today ?
There is never a messiah around when
You need one ?
Perhaps I shouldn't speak of th?ese things
Lightly

But what can be done ?
Have you ever smoked a ******
In a temple ?
Do you know what these kinda words
Resemble ?
Did you ever think life is just incidental ?
I can picture druids hovering above sacred corpses
Laughing at their impunity,
And tripping on their vulnerability
It's not a long way between Jesus and sin.

Y'know
Y'know
Having *** whilst wearing a strait-jacket
Is better than having no *** at all
I always echo the optimist's call
But I'm tied to a spastic cross
Were I present my loss.

All theses thoughts came to me
Much later in history.

The nightmare voice
is whispering to me again
Telling me you don't belong to me
The acoustics are driving me insane.

I tried to tell you I am the messiah
In a hope that you'd compromise my anticipation
as to be a king
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.

Elvis never inspired your prophet
Things were stolen
Sweet scented flowers were crushed
and destroyed - Such beauty left as junk
and tho a ****** was *****
Jesus lit no candles for this punk.

I tried to tell you
I was the only valantine
                               for you
In a hope that you'd pity what is true
from my direction
Romeo and Juliet didn't have a clue
Of love's perfection
But by and by we all take the ride
Just an alibi for suicide
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.
Just you

Time rolls on tragic wheels
Past the moment gone
How searching thru images
React with memories

Jurassic days, cretacious nites
Where fate eyes you up in a place
                                     where danger dances
                                      On your shadow
This wasn't always as dark
Countless suicidal creatures
Laugh at you rather than themselves.

Bonds broken - Freedom shaken
Don't talk too loudly
They'll be awoken.
This universe and hyper-space
Is never such a lonely place
I pledge my regret wth a vague
                                    few words
As vulnerable as flightless birds.

Where disappointment manifests itself
Behind blinds
And with age
love fades.

You grind
   my yellow cactus
Like an asphalt pomegranite
You slime into my universe
  Like you are not of this planet
You guage my tumbling body

Many fireworks try to chameleon
   The colors bright
But you enter my daytime tea
Like you are of the nite
2 men ******* and you blame the doctor

By spoken word transmits you to lay
Under the gun of my evolution ladder
Sniding God for the interlude in which you play
Screaming geese beckon to your strange turning psychosis
I have all these ribbons and sellotape

I suppose there are many radios in Spain
I guess that my jive-box is a measurement of pain
Tourists chat and snap poloroids
Just a normal day.

Mothers,
Husbands,
Cuckolds,
Embryos,
This one is for you.

---

If you love someone
And this someone and yourself
Takes vows to be sincere
Under the eyes of God
Doubt is already here.
The more passion you show
You should know but haven't a clue
Back down on earth
She doesn't like you.

---

As time slips by
The more you realise
There is no feeling in her eyes
Which don't like watching what you do
She doesn't like you.

---

Without a notion
Of what is causing this lack
Of emotion
It isn't the way you are or even who-
It is just
That
She doesn't like you.

---

However romantic men can be
With concern and care - The more you can guarantee
Altho I haven't discovered anything new-
It is the same accumulative history
She doesn't like you.

As I sit here......
.......in this tranquil
Peaceful scene...
I am able to focus
On my immediate worries
And stress forming
Anxiety..........I feel
Confident that it
Will not spoil my self-esteem
And the stress and my
Self-esteem are 2 seperate subjectives.....
........I feel capable
....of achieving....
Anything I put my mind....
to.....I remain calm.....
And aware.....calm and
Aware.......relaxed and calm
.....calm.......
Aware and relaxed...
All these things...
Combined........aware and
Aware........moving on......
....I think of all the obstacles
Which face me at this time.....
.....This doesn't daunt
my determination......or cause me
Fear as it
Once did.......As I know..........
I am able to reach
The goals I have set for myself......
.....soon I am ready to count myself
Out of my hypnotic state.